INTRO || NO EVENT || HEAVY APHRO

[shittyattitude]

"I wish somebody would tell me what in the fuck is going on here." The man in the ragged, bloodstained white suit stopped to lean against a wall, adjusting his open collar. Underneath, scratches and bruises abounded, and he looked the sort who'd been through the wringer, as a stray animal, with a curious sort of detachment

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[its_kiddieland]

"Reckon that's the first time you called me 'bright', suit," He murmured, letting Nick tilt his face up, trying to force himself to relax a little. He didn't want to be that lame.

It was hard not to feel a little at a loss for what to do when Nick kept drawing closer, saying words that sent his heart racing faster, that felt good to hear if they really weren't because of the aphrodisiacs in this place...

Things were heating up fast on his end, fast. A little tingle traveling along his nerves with that touh to his hip. He might have swayed towards the other, resisting the urge to press closer. This was pretty damn surreal. But that little voice saying, "No." and "This is Nick." and hell, even, "This is a dude." over and over again shut up pretty damn quick when he was grabbed like that, those words... shit, those words did things to him he hadn't been expecting.

Letting out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding in, he gave a stiff nod, licking suddenly dry lips. "I..."

Okay, his head was kind of spinning, but he managed a nod yes. This had to be the rashest decision of his life and that was counting the lawn mower bumper cars. "If you ain't gonna freak out later or somethin'."

Seemed pretty damn stupid to be shy now, so Ellis brought up his hands, grasping at the other's suit to pull him a little closer, starting to lean in and close that distance between their lips.

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"Maybe you're growing on me, Hayseed." The conman's hand cupped the side of Ellis's face, and he leaned forward in return, letting the mechanic pull him in, using the convenient wall nearby for a moment's balance as their lips met and they kissed--a thrill shot down his spine, and he pushed hungrily forward, a hand at the back of Ellis's neck and the other questing around trying to undo the young man's pants.

"Mmmf," He protested against that sweet mouth, almost forbidden to him until now, at the statement about freaking out, but honestly he was too far gone to care, and he was getting everything he wanted and more.

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Shit, he couldn't believe this was happening. The thrill that shot through him at the contact was enough to draw out a soft, pleased noise as he returned the kiss deeply, eagerly. His heart was beating fast, hard against his chest, excitement and anxiety both plaguing him. That worry was fading pretty fast though.

His fingers went to work feverishly at tugging away the other's jacket, working on opening his shirt, lips quirking slightly into the kiss at that little protested noise he successfully muffled.

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Nick threaded his fingers in the short cropped hair poking out from the other man's cap, shrugging with his shoulders to aid Ellis in his quest to undress him. The thought of his very expensive, very ruined clothes flit briefly across his consciousness, found itself quickly submerged in the warmth and feel of Ellis's lips against his own.

"C'mon...hnnf, c'mere--" He managed between locking lips, yanking down on the pants, "Hold on... I wanna--mmm." Of the kiss, half astonished, half pleased, "--that's good."

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Pants down, okay. Maybe a little uneasy again--he'd been naked in front of other people before, but not Nick and never another guy in a situation like this. Good thing he was a little too distracted to care much right now.

That's good.

Those words earned a little smile. "Yeah... you think it'd be bad or somethin'?"

Breaking away from the kiss briefly, he put his cap on the nearest dresser and toss his shirt away. Saved the trouble later and now he could focus on getting Nick's pants down. He might have been a little hesitant now, movements unsure as he let his eyes meet the other's. "Nick, y'think we should move to the bed or somethin'?"

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Nick pulled back, an expression of rumpled triumph crossing his face at the sight of Ellis there, still so fresh and obedient and enthused, and dammit if the conman's heart of ice wasn't sweating just a tad at the sight of that pretty little face so honestly eager to please. Jumping christ, he had it bad.

He thought about Ellis splayed out across the bed, tried to sound cavalier, only halfway succeeded.

"Sure, if you want." His eyes, focused as they were on the particulars of Ellis's winsome face, hadn't missed the uncertainty, and moved to reassure him the only way he knew how, while he unbuttoned his own shirt and kept his eyes on the other man's exposed chest.

"Y'know, I've seen you running towards a Tank, screaming like an idiot. You can't tell me you're scared of me, can you?"

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Ellis' heart might have skipped a beat or two under that scrutiny. You know, after failed attempt after failed attempt to get something a little more positive as a response out of Nick, it was nice to finally have this much attention on him.

So of course he was enthusiastic, eager to please and maybe show off a bit. He wasn't entirely clueless, though definitely not as experienced as he wanted to be. "Think I would..."

He didn't want to do it up against a wall, that was for sure. Though if Nick kept looking at him with that face, he might not care much. that little tease encouraged him to step it up a bit, finally pushing the other's pants down, gaze flitting downwards briefly. "I ain't scared a'you, Nick. I just--"

Ellis paused, letting his fingers trail over what was being exposed of the other's chest--though it was tentative, soft, his hands were rough and calloused. What you got working as a mechanic. "Not like I done this with a guy before. Excuse me for not knowin' exactly what I'm doin', Fancy Suit."

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"I'm glad to hear it," Nick said generously, taking hold of that firm chin and directing the gaze to his face again, wanting--needing--craving to take control, to give the cheerful young man an experience he'd remember for the rest of his life. The sleazeball in Nick grinned at the thought, and his expression became predatory. "No time to learn like the present, kid." He gestured to the bed, running his hand down Ellis's chest in return, trying and failing to ignore the electric tingles that the rough touch woke in him wherever the mechanic touched him. Honest hands, strong hands--distracting hands.

"Sit your ass down over there and spread 'em."

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"Are you? And here I was thinkin' you'd like people bein' scared of ya." Goddamn, his heart was beating so fast, breath hitching at that look Nick gave him. He could feel himself throb, aching for this more than he thought possible. He had a feeling Nick would be a good teacher in this area. Licking his lips one more time, trying his hardest to ignore the touches, he leaned in to press his lips against the other pair in a quick kiss.

He had a feeling Nick was really getting off on all the control and he'll, maybe he was too. Or maybe he just needed this too bad right now to care one way or another. He went to get comfortable on the bed, spreading his legs as instructed and trying, trying, to keep his movements as easy and fluid. He didn't want to look like a clumsy idiot or anything, that wouldn't be sexy. Just uncool. Leaning back on his hands, he looked back to Nick.

Ellis was flushed, expression hazy and wanton, eager and maybe still a little anxious truth be told. But that was easy to ignore with how much he wanted Nick right now. "This how you wanted it?"

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"As long as they do what I want, I could care less why." He said amiably, and then his eyes widened at the unexpected kiss, returning it in a similarly quick, but no less passionate and stubble-scratchy peck.

"You doofus," Nick licked his lips, as if pining for a longer taste, and then followed him to the bed, shedding the rest of his clothes on the way. Ordinarily he'd flirt more, make it a long, extended game, hell, even an hour's foreplay, tease-and-deny-and-rinse-and-repeat wasn't out of the question. But this place wasn't ordinary, and although he tried to tell himself it was the drugs, he knew all they were doing was coaxing out feelings he'd tried to keep buried.

"That'll do." He said flatly, leaning down and tracing Ellis's collarbone with one hand. If he was going to praise the other man, Ellis was damn well going to earn it, Nick was sure of that. He licked up one palm, reaching down to slick up his cock, taking a little longer than necessary to make Ellis wait. He loved that look of eagerness, the sense that he was wanted and desired.

He licked up his fingers again and trailed them down between Ellis's legs, rubbing the heel of his palm against the other man's member 'accidentally', before slipping a finger inside him right to the knuckle.

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Ellis wasn't all that talented at that game--flirting, teasing, though maybe if he was a little less hurried, a little more patient, he might have given it a try. Right now, his head was full of images of things to come, things he wanted. A tangle of limbs, Nick saying his name, calling it out, and things even dirtier than he'd ever really imagined himself doing to another guy. But it wasn't just any guy. It was Nick.

Nick wanted him--or maybe it was just the drugs but that wasn't a thought that Ellis wanted right now. Not now. His attention was locked on every movement. "Nick..."

He couldn't help that little pleading note to his voice as Nick made one hell of a show touching himself like that. Ellis had to grab the sheets, digging in to fight the urge to touch himself. He just wanted more so damn bad. Then he was getting it, the other touching him, the fingers trailing between his legs sending little electric tingled over his skin and he tried not to tense--really tried. Goddamn, he was about to get fucked by Nick.

The intruding finger felt strange, but the press of his palm against his neglected cock was distracting enough, drawing out a soft moan. Following the urge to touch the conman, he reached out to tangle his fingers in dark locks of hair, tugging him forward, seeking another heated kiss.

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"That's right," Nick added a second finger, curling and coaxing at Ellis's asshole, "Say my name, Ellis." It made him hot--his name drawled out with that oddly endearing twang--the young man was a mess of desire and need, and Nick had nearly no desire to wait. He wanted to be buried in Ellis to the root, but he held off, waiting for the other man to relax to the feeling of being invaded by fingers, first.

He leaned forward obligingly at the tug, kissing those wonderful full lips again, and then speaking against them, "You're not allowed to come until I say, do you understand? I don't care how good it feels--you're going to ask--my permission."

[its_kiddieland]

Damn it... His fingers tightened in the other's hair as those fingers worked on him, curling and sending more of those addicting little sensations through his body, an entire shiver working it's way down his spine when Nick said his name like that. Not Overalls or any other name he'd been given by Nick.

As soon as he adjusted more to the sensation of something inside of him, he started to move his hips slightly, rolling them against the other, muscles twitching around the intrusion. As much as Nick wanted to be buried inside of him, Ellis wanted him. "Fu--" His breath hitched again, hungrily pressing into that kiss when it was given, relishing the taste of the other man. God--he could get used to this. That little command only heated him up all the more and his lips might have quirked up just slightly in the kiss.

"Well... What'll you do if I don't ask, huh?"

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Oh, it was better than he'd imagined, watching Ellis buck a little, seeing the need he felt mirrored in the other man. These past weeks had done nothing but bottle up desire and aggression together, "That's right," He breathed, withdrawing his fingers and replacing them with the insistent pressure of his dick, rubbing up against Ellis's entrance.

"You wanna know what I'll do, I'll--I'll spank you, just like mamma used to." This was not his A-grade material, he could hardly think through the waves of lust, and a moment later he was pushing in, letting out a startled noise at how tight it was. "Auuh-hn. --damn, that's nice."

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Ellis let out a low noise at the loss of those fingers, caught between protest abd relief because he knew what was coming next. With Nick a little closer, he let his hands move to the other's shoulders, grasping at him, keeping him close.

That threat earned a hazy grin. "D-damn... Guess I'd better... Listen then huh."

Ellis leaned up then, kissing Nick's neck, lapping at the skin, taking in that familiar scent and anything else that would distract him as those fingers were replaced with his cock. Fingers bit at the gambler's skin, Ellis practically letting out a mewl. He was being stretched to the limit, it felt like, burning up inside but god--he was loving it.

This was Nick.

The guy he'd been trying to get closer to, the guy there... there had been desire for before this no matter how he tried to push that idea away.

And he was enjoying this too. God, that sound he made made Ellis tremble. "Nick," the other's name fell from his lips in a long, deep moan against the man's ear.

He rolled his hips again, urging him to move and as an afterthought, murmured a soft, "Please..."

Nick was getting off on that sort of thing, right?

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"You better," Nick gasped, one hand snaking under Ellis's back, possessive--thrusting in harder, telling himself Ellis could handle a little bit of pain, after all he'd been through. Thinking he might even like to hurt the younger man... just a little. From looking at him, Ellis certainly appeared to like it rough. From him specifically, anyway. The thought made him even randier, if it was possible.

"Yeah," He breathed, pulling out slow and then ramming back in, all the way, starting a steady clip, "Yeah. You can tell them about--the time--Nick gave you the dicking--you were begging for, deep and fast and hard--and you're not gonna sit comfy ...for a week, Ellis. Say please again--louder."

Nick was definitely getting off on that.